Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.